I am sarah in my dream.
she stands stone like, unsmiling. did she never find a reason to smile or is her face a map of her past, cultivated over the years?
maybe she just forgot how to dream. i know how painful dreaming can be, but what are we without our dreams...
...i've never met sarah yet there she is, invading my thoughts, creeping her way into my dreams at night. i did not invite her but there she stands all the same, stone like, unsmiling.
i am Sarah in my dream.